Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthdayJ. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... success ! Ah , see ! the sun sinks broad Behind St. Saviour's : wholly gone , at last ! Fest . Now , Aureole , stay those wandering eyes awhile ! You are ours to - night at least ; and while you spoke Of Michal and her tears , the ...
... success ! Ah , see ! the sun sinks broad Behind St. Saviour's : wholly gone , at last ! Fest . Now , Aureole , stay those wandering eyes awhile ! You are ours to - night at least ; and while you spoke Of Michal and her tears , the ...
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... success . Prove you abide Fest . Prove that to me - but that ! Within their warrant , nor presumptuous boast God's labour laid on you ; prove , all you covet A mortal may expect ; and , most of all Prove the strange course you now ...
... success . Prove you abide Fest . Prove that to me - but that ! Within their warrant , nor presumptuous boast God's labour laid on you ; prove , all you covet A mortal may expect ; and , most of all Prove the strange course you now ...
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... success - make destiny Dispense with man's endeavour . Now , dare you search Your inmost heart , and candidly avow Whether you have not rather wild desire , For this distinction , than security Of its existence ; whether you discern The ...
... success - make destiny Dispense with man's endeavour . Now , dare you search Your inmost heart , and candidly avow Whether you have not rather wild desire , For this distinction , than security Of its existence ; whether you discern The ...
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... success might be . But you have coupled with your enterprise , An arbitrary self - repugnant scheme Of seeking it in strange and untried paths . What books are in the desert ? writes the sea The secret of her yearning in vast caves ...
... success might be . But you have coupled with your enterprise , An arbitrary self - repugnant scheme Of seeking it in strange and untried paths . What books are in the desert ? writes the sea The secret of her yearning in vast caves ...
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... success like you ? Whom should I love but both of you ? Fest . I know not . But know this , you , that ' tis no wish of mine You should abjure the lofty claims you make ; Although I can no longer seek , indeed , To overlook the truth ...
... success like you ? Whom should I love but both of you ? Fest . I know not . But know this , you , that ' tis no wish of mine You should abjure the lofty claims you make ; Although I can no longer seek , indeed , To overlook the truth ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adolf Asolo Avicenna Basil Berth beside better brow Chambery Charles Cleves Clug Court Courtiers crown D'Ormea dare dear Aureole doubt dream Duchess Duke earth Einsiedeln eyes face faint father fear Fest Festus fool Gaucelme Girl give God's Guibert hair hand hate hear heart heaven hope Jules Juliers keep King lady laugh leave live look Luigi Malamocco Michal mind morning ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Otti Paracelsus pause PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno praise Prince Berthold prove ROBERT BROWNING Sardinia saw thro seems sing Sire smile soul Spain speak spirit stay strange strength sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth Turin turn Twas VALENCE Victor what's words wrongs Würzburg
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
Página 165 - ... day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
Página 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay. For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed...
Página 172 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work— God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,
Página 181 - God's messenger thro' the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Sebald.
Página 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...
Página 29 - See if we cannot beat thine angels yet! Such is my task. I go to gather this The sacred knowledge, here and there dispersed About the world, long lost or never found.
Página 147 - The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows : when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers — then, not till then, I say, begins man's general infancy.
Página 145 - The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado ; Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy ; Afar the ocean sleeps ; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe Of nested limpets ; savage creatures seek Their loves in wood and plain — and God renews His ancient rapture.
Página 152 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.